I have had a few.  When I have a goal in mind and set my sights on it..and then to face one interruption after another makes for a day when I don’t get much done..let’s just say I will ignore the phone at home and let the machine get it..but at work it must be answered.

What kind of cooking and heating stoves did the CCC use?  Who built the big house on the north side of the road on the west side of town that had a grand staircase?  When was Long Lake three potholes?  All great questions but I have no answers..but I may after doing some research.

A broken bench (juveniles horsing around).. and a ceiling tile on the floor greeted me at work (normal wear and tear in an old building)..and lost people looking for each other..and a missing board member…and heat.  Far Guy and Chance fixed the bench and repaired the ceiling…luckily they were in town scouting out garage sales and got put to work.

Top it all off with people not reading the informative emails I have sent them..have a the email…want me to read it to you?  I am sick and tired and sweaty..I used to have patience but it is waning fast. 

Nine weeks left..45 days…not that I am counting or anything.

Yesterday I had some squealing girls and boys about 15 years old in the building who knew the Gus the Ghost Story. They wanted to know if the place was really haunted..the girls squealed and the boys just smiled.  I had to remind them not to run in the building. They left a donation of 82 cents.  Oh well 82 cents is 82 cents.

Double Rudbeckia

9PM Friday Night: How about those Olympics..?  I am trying to watch the Opening Ceremony..but the commercials ( talk about interruptions) seem to outnumber the live far I am not impressed…I may turn the channel soon.  :(

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One Response to Interruptions

  1. Kay Syvrud says:

    I have a book checked out right now about the Depressoin years…it is a Time Life book and has excellent pictures of a CC camp and otehr Depression year thing…terrribly heart wrenchin pictures of familes in “camps” in California after fleeing their dust bowl farms in the midwest. Living in cardboard shacks and in their cars and tents was just gut wrenching to look at–especially the small children.
    But it happened and photographers recorded a lot of it. Including the “Hoovervilles” in big cities like Wash, DC.

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